Testo Criminal Man

The lamp is burned low, at the brick house down the street,
At the very same place I got knocked off my feet,
A nickel a dime boys I got what you need,
I’m a criminal man, come from a criminal breed.

Ay-O, Ay-O, Ay-O, O, O, Ooo.

So many love’s I have lost throughout my whole life, Well I try to make it better, but the scotch won’t suffice,
If a man of desire were a man of the times, then I’d be a few years back,
a few dollars behind.

Ay-O, Ay-O, Ay-O, O, O, Ooo.

Well this ain’t a sad song boy, this is my life,
And I live for the sin, the struggle, the strife,
I live to laugh, and I live to cry,
Well I live till I don’t, then I guess that I’ll die.